Moxie stood alone, scanning the empty room. His eyes caught a note left behind, neatly folded on the table. "Sorry Moxie, but me and the girls are going for a small trip." He couldn't help but chuckle softly. After everything, a moment of quiet was almost welcome.
Meanwhile, Insanity found himself teleported back to the planet where he had once trained—a cold, desolate place that seemed to have deteriorated even further in his absence. The biting cold cut through the air, making it seem as if the planet itself was on the brink of death.
Shattered ice littered the ground like remnants of a once-vibrant world. Ignoring the broken landscape, Insanity pressed forward, a familiar pull guiding him deeper into the frozen wasteland. Eventually, his instincts led him to a cave, the entrance hidden beneath layers of snow and frost. Without hesitation, he descended.
As he navigated the winding cave, memories of the 40 years he had spent training on this forsaken world flooded his mind. There had been something about this place—its isolation, its harshness—that had drawn him back. Yet, he had never fully understood why.
Suddenly, he nearly stumbled into a vast, dark hole, the ground beneath his feet giving way to a deep chasm. Peering down, he saw glowing crystals lining the bottom, their light pulsating faintly. An energy unlike anything he had felt before resonated from them. A smirk curled across his face as he leapt down into the depths.
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Upon landing, Insanity reached for one of the glowing crystals, feeling an irresistible urge to harness its power. He impaled it into his arm, gritting his teeth as pain surged through him. The world around him blurred as his body froze from the inside out, an agonizing sensation beyond sub-zero cold. Every nerve screamed, and for a moment, he thought it would be the end.
When Insanity awoke, everything felt... off. The crystal that had pierced his arm was gone, and yet something remained. His veins had changed, darkened with an eerie glow. Looking at his palm, he watched as shards of ice began to form, solidifying into a frozen spike. A wicked smile crept across his face.
Testing his newfound powers, he swiped his hand through the air. In response, a field of jagged ice spikes erupted from the ground, spreading across the frozen landscape. The sheer force of his ability was breathtaking, even to him. For the first time in a long time, Insanity felt invincible.
Gazing out at the icy expanse, Insanity couldn't help but mock his rival. "Brave," he muttered under his breath. This new power had tipped the scales, and Insanity knew his time for victory was coming.
Satisfied, he returned to Calypso’s apartment. As he materialized in the living room, Calypso gave him a confused look, as if sensing something had changed in him. Insanity just stared, caught in his thoughts—until a sudden realization hit him. The oven.
Thick, black smoke billowed from the kitchen, a forgotten meal now a charred disaster. Insanity rushed over, fumbling to turn off the oven. But before he could manage it, a plume of smoke exploded from the oven, filling the entire apartment in an instant.
Coughing amidst the chaos, Insanity couldn't help but laugh. New powers or not, some things never changed.